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Wow... [29 Mar 2007|08:19am]

[ mood | awake ]

I dreamt that Jester and I were visiting Bekah's house. After a while, we got in the mood to be alone. So we took his car and drove it into their backyard, which is very big and extends a great distance. Before long, Bekah's dad comes out and says that we can't park out that far, that it's against the law. So we bring the car up closer to the house, but still in the backyard.

We were just chilling in the car now when suddenly a silver PT cruiser breaks through the fence that surrounds the yard. The two of us are in shock and before long, my ex boyfriend John is coming towards the car. The doors are locked and the windows are up, but he's trying to break into the car to get me. Jester was so furious and kept saying that he was going to go out and teach him a lesson, I kept telling him no because he'll go away eventually (I hope). Well Jester does go out and tells him to go away, strangely he does. However, he gets into his PT cruiser and starts ramming it into our car. The doors are now jammed close and I can't get out as he continually hits our car with his. I then try to get out through the trunk of the car and while I'm doing that my legs are still stuck in the main part of the car and I'm screaming, hoping that my legs don't get crushed because of his car.

I do get out of the car, however I don't remember what happens after that. All I remember next is being inside all by myself, I know that I have to keep my doors locked because John is coming after me. I then hear a knock on my door and when I get up to check the eye hole, the door is broken open and in comes John. Being angry and scared, I rush at him and jump into his arms...grabbing his hair/head and attempting to knock him unconscious. I get away from him and rush to my mom's room where I lock the door and lean up against it, while calling the police. I can feel him trying to break down the door against my back, I can hear him yelling out at me.

That's all I can remember.


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Hmm [29 Jan 2007|10:17pm]

After a few nightmares involving situations and persons I would rather not mention, I had a very pleasant dream last night. The setting was one of the cities I used to live in, and I met a very interesting and lovely girl. We toured the city laughing and talking, and she took photographs of me in front of some beautiful historial buildings that seemed to stretch for miles. I felt beautiful and alive. I wonder what significance this dream has in my life right now.
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Forgotten dream [13 Nov 2006|04:32pm]

[ mood | discontent ]

I had this dream last night or the night before, either way...it's rather uncomfortable.

I dreamt that I was visiting my ex-boyfriend John's house for some reason for Christmas or some other holiday celebration. The banister leading upstairs had lights and fake pine needles, it didn't really look like his house though. I believe I was wishing his parents happy holidays or something, I don't know. I ended up going upstairs and talking to John, which was rather uncomfortable. Somehow, one way or another, something really weird happened. Either I kissed him, he kissed me, we took a bath together (like I said, really weird), it was something. Either way I think it was like a make out session of sorts.

What's uncomfortable about this is that I have a boyfriend and I love him to pieces, so why this would happen to my real jerk of an ex-boyfriend I have no idea. :\ I went over to see my boyfriend, Sean, for Christmas and I was really uncomfortable because I was thinking about what happened. I knew he didn't deserve such treatment and here I was being a complete bitch to him, making out (or whatever it was) with my ex. :( He could tell I was upset and told me that I could tell him what was bothering him, that whatever it was he would understand.

I kept thinking about how John's girlfriend should know about this as well (she didn't deserve to be treated like shit by him) and somehow if I told Sean everything would be better. I told him what happened and suddenly he was extremely angry at me. :( I kept trying to appologize and started crying repeatedly on how it just happened and I don't know how it did happen. Finally he told me to just "GET OUT!" and I ran out of his bedroom in tears.

All through this dream I could feel myself crying, I wanted to curl into a ball and just die. I never want to hurt my boyfriend, how the heck could I have dreamt of something like this?


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[09 Sep 2006|11:44pm]


I have just started an art project of sorts involving dreams, collective consciousness, and postcard collage. I'm excited because I searched "conceptual art" and came up with this community.

If you follow this link, you can visit my website, which is hosting a record of the projects as it progresses. There you will see visual and verbal descriptions of my dreams--part of the purpose of the project is to distribute the information to as many people as possible. I've always felt like I would be slightly less haunted if I could dilute the contents of my head.

Thanks for reading my little promotion, sleep well.
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Freakin' creepy [04 Aug 2006|02:03pm]

[ mood | awake ]

I dreamt that I was watching this TV program where they were discussing some ghosts. This family took a picture and said that the image of their deceased father was in it. They did an analysis, showing a rough drawing with X's where the ghosts is believed to be. To end the program, the family looks out at the viewer waving and saying good bye.

...The scary/strange thing is that on the left of the family this ghostly woman is there. She has her arm outstretched in front of her and before I knew it she's coming closer and closer and starting to come right out of the TV at me! :( I was trying to scream and move, but I couldn't make a noise above a muffled scream (like my mouth was sewed shut) and I couldn't move a muscle. It was like someone was holding my arms and legs and I couldn't move.

What's even worse is that...I was actually flailing quite a bit in real life, attempting to wake myself up. Let's just say...it was very hard to sleep after that last night. :(



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Introduction and a dead sister dream, zombie [12 Jul 2006|03:03pm]

I have long been plagued by nightmares, as frequent as 2-3 times a month, with the severity that they wake me up, and sometimes with residual feelings that last the entire day. I finally realized the other day I could post these dreams (nightmares) and get some feedback, hopefully!


I had a strange dream Saturday Night (the 8th) that I should have written down earlier, but couldn't because it bothered me so badly.

In it, I was living somewhere not in Colorado or here. It was a cloudy day, very dark. I was part of an assassin group or something, there were two or three of us, and several teams besides mine. In it, I had to kill my sister, and the husband of a neighbor. (The neighbor is no one I actually know.)

Afterwords, I felt absolutely terrible. I dont' know why this was my mission, and the guilt of killing my sister weighed very heavily. I also had to tell the neighbor what I had done, and she broke down, doubling my guilt. We were at a swimming pool, and her husband as a zombie began lumbering towards me. I was excited, because in a way, this meant her husband was back.

However, he lurched towards me with an intent to kill, so I grasped the fleshy area of his cheeks and squeezed. his flesh gave way beneath my fingers, and I got a good grip on his skull and I ripped it from his spine. I then tossed the skull into the pool and that is where the nightmare ended.

Any ideas or interpretations would be greatly appreciated! I've had recurring themes for several years now, and dream books simply don't help. I'm not inclined to believe that all dreams can be standardized in books in a simple two or three sentence explanation. So, anyone who has any ideas, or is good at this sort of thing, your help would be loved!
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[31 May 2006|12:48pm]

sort of long nightmare open for interpretationCollapse )

and then i woke up.

this was an especially disturbing nightmare because i had only been asleep for like an hour- usually i get woken up by bad dreams after about 4 hours of sleep.
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Music of the night [30 May 2006|12:34pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

I have noticed a pattern in many of my dreams lately (though this pattern has been present off and on for years). I know I have repeating symbols ... horses, wolves, recurring dreams ... but I've got a handle on those. Now I'm wondering about music.

The dream dictionaries I have looked at so far don't really say much about music. They mention background soundtracks, but give no explanation of a recurring pattern. In my music dreams, I am singing or a group that I am with is singing (including me), or I know the person singing. Sometimes I do get the background soundtrack, but not often. Sometimes I know the song, sometimes I don't. Sometimes the song is accompanied by words kind of like a sing-along. Sometimes the songs are in a foreign language, and once, the song was in a language I did not know (Hungarian), but I knew it was perfect. In that dream I asked the man to sing the song again and this time subtitles popped up. I was going to copy the words down in my dream so that my waking self would be able to remember the words. Sadly, I woke up.

Any thoughts on why I like to sing so much in my sleep? I'm not a musician. I do enjoy music and singing along with the radio or in church, but it's not like I'm all that good. I have other talents that I love and pursue passionatly.

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Interpretations anyone? [22 May 2006|12:46pm]

[ mood | confused ]

I had a really weird dream last night, I have to say it's perhaps one of the weirdest ones I've ever had.

I dreamt I was surrounded by 4-5 guys wearing suits. They were towering over me, looking down as if I was really short or down really low. They were all covered, head to toe in blood and we were all residing in some building. All I remember is that they were rather identical, with a few differences between them and they left the building. When they were walking out of the building and into the sunlight, they became clean and their suits were white and sharp.

I believe, after this, they were walking towards a church.

Any ideas?


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Announcements [10 Apr 2006|10:08pm]

Hello everyone:

It seems I have been lax in my duties as moderator. I apologise for my long absence (read my own journal if you want to know why). I'm glad people have come forward to help each other with interpretation as needed. For those who have never received any response for your dreams, I'll comb through the blog and help out as time permits.

Right now I'd like to make a couple of changes and notices:

  1. I'd like to add a FAQ and Link section of "useful references" for people who want to read more about dreams, dream interpretation, lucid dreaming, or any other subject which the group wants. Any suggestions and ideas would be very welcome.
  2. While I know this is a free blog, and I don't want to obstruct or censor anything unless I believe it is harmful, I'm going to have to ask that there be no posts advertising or soliciting anything. There are times and places for this sort of thing, but not in a dream-interpreting community.
  3. Finally, I'd like to make something clear: Like the rest of your thoughts, dreams are the most intimate possessions you own. As far I am concerned, your dreams are your property and your property alone. They should not be rated, borrowed, stolen, sold, tricked out of you, or otherwise used without your specific conscious consent, and I am offended by anyone who would consider doing this.
    To paraphrase the "my info" entry to this site: the only purpose for which this community was founded was to be an academic experiment into understanding a particular area of human thought. This blog was not meant for commercial use or quantitative study. (I believe these purposes are also against the LJ TOS.)

That's all. Thanks for listening. And good night, folks.

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Really Off Topic (Sorry...) [27 Feb 2006|06:33pm]

X-posted nearly everywhere...help needed.

Okay, so my High School Senior Project idea is due this thursday, and i'm really having trouble completely figuring out what i want to do. It needs to be fullfilled in ten weeks.

What i need to do is propose a question, and then how i will go about answering that question, and write a research paper/do a presentation on whatever I choose.

Ideas the teacher has told us about have been: Someone's going to be in a wheelchair for a week, other people moved out to see how hard it was to make it on their own, people are going vegan, etc etc etc.

I was thinking about doing something with hair/makeup...but i'm not sure....

Oh yea, and it has to be soemthing I have very little to no real experience in.....


thank you....
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Soundtracks [16 Feb 2006|02:14pm]

[ mood | weird ]

I had a strange conglomeration of dreams last night with one common thread throughout: the same song was playing over and over again. The song was I’m so happy, I can’t stop crying by Toby Keith and Sting. Now, why would that be going on?

Anyway, I’ll see if I can muddle through the dreams in a somewhat sequential order …

To start with, I was back home for my grandfather’s funeral again. Except, we didn’t go to the funeral because we had already had one. So, we were all at home in this sort of shocked state, just muddling through the day over finger foods and memories. But then it was just my Mom and Dad and me. We were out on a porch. Not our porch, just some random porch, and it was in the middle of a winter field. I mean, like, the grass was all dead and there was lots of mud. But every now and then, the porch seemed to be teleported into the barn that was right near by so that we could look at the horses in there. I kept asking why Lodi and Dusty were inside. They said they weren’t sure if they could turn Lodi out, and Dusty was hurt …

Note: Lodi belonged to an acquaintance a long time ago, and Dusty is one of my school horses who is currently hurt.

… I offered to turn them out in two separate round pins so they wouldn’t have to stand inside all the time, and they could watch the other horses that way. Mom and Dad agreed. Then they both got up rather abruptly and said they had a meeting to go to with Robin, Dana and Francis. I said “Why? Why on earth are you getting mixed up in that?”
and Mom’s response to me was “Well, Dana said she wanted you to have Cisco for a while.” …

Note: Robin is a very good friend of mine, as is Dana. Dana has a broken wrist at the moment and lives 4 states away. Her horse is still here, so she obviously can’t ride him. He’s an awesome horse, so it is a shame he’s not getting any work. The Francis thing is confusing. She’s a horrible witch of a woman that none of the people mentioned so far would ever want to deal with. WTF?

… I was totally shocked and I didn’t know what to say. But Mom and Dad insisted. They planned to pay for everything, including board, so that I could have Cisco until Dana was able to ride again, and ready to move him out west with her. This is a huge deal because I already have one horse to take care of, so there was no way I could financially take care of a second one. So, Mom said she had better go disk up those two round pins for Lodi and Dusty, and then they both headed off. I was still dazed, but I turned the two horses out and then got in my car to go see Ann. While driving, Dana called and I was trying to talk to her about Cisco. I had just arrived at Ann’s house and let myself in (only, it wasn’t really Ann’s house. In fact, I had never seen this house before.) Ann was there and greeted me quietly since I was on the phone. But then I lost Dana, so I hung up. Ann had several friends over that I assume were all from college, but I’m not sure. She was very chipper and tried to cheer me up since something seemed wrong. I was afraid to tell her that Dana was giving Cisco to me, since Ann is Dana’s best friend and is recently horse-less. And has been taking care of Cisco lately. But I didn’t say anything and then she wanted to take me outside to show me her new dog kennel and barn. She was expecting a beautiful white and gray Samoyed later that day. She was very excited about the new dog. At this point I started to forget about my other problems and got excited for Ann and wanted to see the Samoyed too, so I waited around until she arrived. She was beautiful! And she had that strange, beautiful sing-song bark-howl going on that Samoyeds have …

And, that is all I can remember, except for that song, which continued to play throughout like a soudtrack. It is still stuck in my head!

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A dream that didn't seem like my own [15 Feb 2006|01:04pm]

Hello, I'm new to this community and I thought perhaps I could get some insight to my latest nightmare.

I have alot of strange dreams, at least 3-4 a month (that I can remember). Sometimes they are silly and amusing, sometimes they are a little more sinister, but still amusing - like having my house invaded by zombies.

Every so often, I have a dream that is really out of whack. A dream that doesn't seem like a dream that I could make up. Like it comes from somewhere else altogether. Last night I had a nightmare like this.

I was in a park and I came upon a a crowd of people and plainclothes policeman. There was a woman on the ground and she was covered in blood. She was dying. She was wearing short black bike pants and someone had cut both her legs off halfway up the thighs. She only looked to be 17 or 19 years old. She was slim but not skinny, she had long brown hair tied back in a pony tail. She didn't look like me or anyone I knew.

The dream scene changed but no matter how different the next dream was I somehow always ended up back at the park, looking at her, horrified. The third time I got there I woke up.

I just felt helpless, as if the girl had been real and I should have been able to help her some way. As if the dream were a premonition and I should stop it from happening. Or I should catch the person that did it to her. I couldn't believe it was just a dream. How could something like that come out of my head? I know what my dreams are like and that wasn't a dream of mine. It was so real and detailed and awful.

I was very tired and started falling asleep again, but I could feel my mind going right back to her and I knew I was going to dream about her again. So I got up at 3.30 this morning.

What are your thoughts, if any?
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[08 Feb 2006|11:19pm]

I'm sorry to make a separate post about the Dreamsbox subject, but I figure by making a second post, we can avoid quibbling about the mysteriously vanishing comments on the first post, and I also get to make sure that everyone hears about that Terms of Use issue, which was my point.

The Dreamsbox and Sinsbox look like very convenient places, but I wanted to be sure everyone's aware that the owners of those websites have full rights to anything you post there, including the private dreamlog sections. In effect, other people would own your dreams and sins. That's a pretty unusual setup - the dreamlog is otherwise similar to a blog, and blogs usually allow users ownership of their own posts, so this would be easy to miss. I'm not saying you need to avoid these services, as they look perfectly fine providing that you don't mind other people owning your dreams, sins, and writing, but do make sure that you're clear about what's said in the Intellectual Property and Submissions parts of the Terms of Use before you start posting there.

(For reference, the second point of my comment which the original poster took issue to was pointing out that I tend to be skeptical when a newly created, friendless and content-less journal joins a hundred communities based on one interest they have in common and starts advertising something. Even more so when anonymous invites to the same service start turning up in my LJ comments and my e-mail. I just don't react well to anonymous aggressive advertising campaigns. She's already responded to that, and I don't want to start drama over it; I'm just reposting what was deleted so everyone's clear.)
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I've been lurking for a while now :3 [08 Feb 2006|08:25am]

[ mood | sad ]

Most of my dreams are not realistic, or at least the ones I can remember. This is the first one I've had in which the events could take place in a very long time. So. I'd like to hear your thoughts. =3

It was night, and I was cruising along with my boyfriend in the passenger's seat. (We drive depending on whose car we take). I take a right turn, into another car. Luckily, no one was injured. We all stood around and bs'd till a cop came to do a damage report. I didn't look at my car, but the girls (and a family was inside the car as well) was slightly dented. They stayed long enough to say a slightly skewed version of the national anthem. My dad wondered up (don't know why he was there.) Then, my boyfriend wondered off. After talking to the policeman, and telling him about not seeing the car (he said everyone wants to blame the other person). I went off to find my boyfriend. I called and called his house, and kept getting a strange little girl saying she was sorry. (A man carrying trash followed me out of a building at this point). Then, I got ahold of one of his parents, and they said he grabbed a ride with a friend home. I remember being really sad and hurt. o.o

So, I hopped back into my car to go home myself, zooming along. Then, I come to a group of construction workers waving me away wildly, I notice the road block (a small orange cone) too late, then screech to a hault some 10 feet after it. I apologize profusely as all the workers walk past me in a slow line, as a steam roller passes over where my car would have been sitting. One of the workers shoved a mechanical pencil in my pocket, then sneered as they walked by.

That's about all I have aside from driving off again. Please comment. ^^;

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The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins [07 Feb 2006|09:41pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Hey all,

I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:

"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."

Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.


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[28 Jan 2006|01:05am]

I liked last night's dream; it was more vivid than most of my dreams the past few nights, and although I don't know how to interpret it, I don't feel any particular need to find an interpretation either. It started out as one of those dreams where you suddenly realize you've been skipping a class all semester, and wound up as an apocalypse scenario, but the vivid part was this scene in between:

I was in high school, in a world identical to this one but with a climate made up mostly of savannas. There are no oceans, although people know they existed once, and just recently there's been a severe water shortage. I'm hanging around with my friends at lunch (none of them were people I know IRL). We're talking about the water shortage, and I say "Well, you know, in my world-"

At this everyone laughs, or rolls their eyes; they don't believe in my stories of another world. "In my world," I repeat, and explain about the different climates that we have here in the waking world, and the oceans. "There are always a few differences between worlds, but this is kind of extreme. I'm thinking, what if this is a manmade difference?" I suggest that maybe someone's been doing something to that world over a long period of time, bringing about a gradual climate change.

"Like hormone therapy," one of my friends says. "Uh, sure," I agree, not having any idea how hormone therapy works. A girl who is sort of the leader of the group is enthusiastic about this theory, and everyone agrees that we might have something there, even though they still think the part about other worlds is ludicrous.
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Another night of dream [22 Jan 2006|11:08am]

[ mood | awake ]

I dreamt I was sitting at home in the living room with my mom, brother and step dad. There was something going on outside, something big yet we were sitting around the house calmly waiting for whatever it is to arrive. We were hearing far off gunshots and yet we sat calmly. Every so often my mom would speak up, one of the times she said how "Bob knew they had the guys since Christmas." and Bob just nodded and chuckled. I, on the other hand, was anxious and wanted to run away or hide.

After awhile I was putting together some packets of pills in this weird formation (my perscription) to take with me when we got captured. I was trying to think of a way to hide it so that I will be able to take them. Before we knew it, there was a guy on the back deck with headphones and what looked like a metal detector. We just looked at him and yet we sat quietly. Out of no where my mom (or someone) says, "I think they got Dartmoore" which I think was a neighbor or something. They all just sorta nodded and kept very calm. The last thing I remember is hearing a sound coming from the garage, as if they were starting to break in to the house. My mom called out in a rather hopeful voice, "Mom?" I ran over to look at the door that leads the garage, you could hear noises from behind it. I went back over to her and said, "No, that's not grandma." As I was waking up suddenly I heard a loud bang...I'm guessing it was a gunshot or explosion.

Why am I having so many odd, scary dreams? :(


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[21 Jan 2006|03:23pm]

I'd half forgotten this community existed; nice to see it active again!

I've got a pattern turning up in my dreams lately that I can't manage to interpret. Three parts to the pattern: 1. I'm in a cave, or a temple, or a maze. Think an Indiana Jones kinda setting. 2. I'm searching for something, usually something to do with some kind of mystical runes. In some dreams I find it, in others I don't, so I assume it's the searching itself that's important, not the result. I do have an idea of what this part means, it's the rest I'm confused on. And 3. the cave/temple/maze/whatever-it-is starts collapsing while I'm still inside. Again, sometimes I make it out, sometimes I don't. This isn't a nightmare, though - it's always vivid, and there's always the appropriate amount of urgency and panic what with being trapped in a collapsing building, but it's not the kind of dream where I wake in a cold sweat.

I figure this has got to mean something - the maze collapsing in on me part - I've had it enough times, and always quite vivid. I just can't figure what, especially since whether I make it out or not doesn't seem to be important. Any interpretations?

Most recent example of this dream behind the cut. Because it's very, very long.Collapse )
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3 in 1 [21 Jan 2006|10:49am]

[ mood | cranky ]

Night of hellCollapse )

I'm awake, I've never experienced such a night of Hell. :( I don't want to go back to sleep...for a long...long time.


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